Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.